Your picture
Yesterday I wanted to draw a picture of you. I've had this urge for several days, I'd get the idea on the way back home and then I arrive too tired and I don't do anything. Yesterday was the day, I wanted to get this lovely energy of yours on paper.
I arrived home, printed your 2 photos that I like most (or that seem most like who you truely are), I waited till I really wanted to start drawing, I got a new pencil and a new sketchbook and I finally started to trace your features.
I usually start with the eyebrows then the nose, it wasn't coming out right but I wanted to try a little further. The left eye, the tiny glasses. Still wasn't right! If I finish it, it would probably look like you, only it will not carry your soul, you know what I mean? It would look as cold and sharp as that vector graphic of yours, it had your shape, but not your presence.
I stopped right there and set the photos aside in my night table, it's unfair to you to be drawn like that! I have to wait until I can draw better and then I could transfer this beautiful presence on paper.
I think you're a beautiful person and somehow I'm awful around you! Believe me, these stupid vibes I keeping sending aren't the real me, but somehow I freeze and I enter my shell and I truely have no clue what to do...
